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27 February 2007 @ 10:23 pm
Lets Make Turtle Tracks!  
Who: Mike and Tobi... feel free to jump in!
What: Ready to explore the rest of the station.
When: Day One. Nearly sunset around 5 o'clock. Earth time. 


It has now been nearly half a day since their arrival, and so far they had survived those past twelve hours. 

Uninjured, but getting prepared for whatever may cross their path, they are ready to embark on a journy towards the currently unknown sections of the spacestation. Wheather or not they would meet into others, or come across more of the strange, invisible monsters is yet unknown. 

Much had been assumed and found, but nothing had yet been solidly confirmed. The only way to confirm the information they had managed to collect and gather, would only be if they were to locate any of the original spaceship's surviving crew. So far, only a few had been found, dead. 

The living are unaccounted for, due to the inability to find any clue of their existance. 

But the pair had found one thing to give them hope, the chance that there are at least two more survivors on this seemingly lifeless and abandoned station. Will they come across those two new arrivals, or will something prevent them from their meeting?  

Only time will tell if they would become friends or foes.

Current Location: Space Station
Current Mood: determineddetermined
nexus_champion on February 28th, 2007 07:12 pm (UTC)
Mikey could have sworn his face was glowing rediant red by now, at the fact she heard him scream like a little girl. He screamed? Oh. Man! He really thought he got rid of that embaressing habit! Embaressdly, he caughed and looked away murming a small 'Uhh.. thanks.' while she picked at the corpse, busy trying to hide how much his face is changing color.

When she discovered the card, he nodded. Since she had pockets, it's better she'd hold onto it. There was a less risk it'll get dropped or lost somewhere. "You hold onto it, less likely to get lost that way." he confirmed.

He rubbed the back of his neck, still flustered at the 'girly scream' but spoke none of it. Moments later they were back at the bedroom lounge to fetch their things. Mike logged off the computer, and since the door was broken, they wont be any need for the key, but he kept it anyway. Picking up the first air kit, he flicked it open and took out the roll, before he searched for the alchocol to clean the wound. There was a chance there was rust on the cable, and he didn't want any of that stuff forming puss on his hand, he had to clean it out.

"Um, where did you out that bottle of vodka?" he looked at her, needing the item to clean out the cut. He was already untying her head-wrap and then set it aside, took a large cotton and used it to wirpe the blood from around his palm, but not on the actual wound. If it wasn't clean enough, it might carry more gearms than the cable, and he didn't want that. Instead, he walked to the dresser, pulled out another grey shirt, and squeezed his hand, forcing all the dirty blood out.

"Get the bottle ready, I'm gonna have to rense this out as much as possible, that cable was pretty rusty." he informed.
tobi_ridley on February 28th, 2007 07:17 pm (UTC)
She follows him into the room and immediately goes for her pillow case full of supplies. She takes out the bottle of vodka and walks over to him, unscrewing the cap. "Ready," she says, holding out the bottle, ready to poor the clear liquor over his hand. She knows it’ll hurt, but she knows just as well as he does that it has to be done. When she was little, she and her fellow kemps ridley turtles had to wash out their wounds with sea water. The scars on her wrists throb and sting just remembering the pain. She shakes her head and smiles reassuringly at Mikey, ready to help him even if it means hurting him a little.
nexus_champion on February 28th, 2007 07:27 pm (UTC)
Mike braces himself and nods, and after a second Tobi pours the liquid onto his cut. He yelped and hissed, squeezed his eyes shut and squeezed his wrist tighter, pushing out whatever dirty blood was still in his wound. They didn't need to use a lot, the cut wasn't bleeding too badly or too deep, so after a bit of cleaning with a cotton, before she helped him wrapp it nice and snug witht he bandages.

Next, he took the grey shirt off the floor and used it to absorb whatever liquid from the floor, before disposing it into the trashbin. No need to leave any trace of blood in the room, if there was one thing animals can trace, it was blood.

"Now, lets make like bananas and split, before more of those ugly things come looking. We'll go to the upper levels, I think there is a lesser chance they'll get to us, especially those floors are in good shape." he told, and then guestured out of the room.

Once off this level, they might actually bump into someone, who knows...